Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.